jesus and darwin

[cimorene]

i hate those things with the intense heat of a thousand suns.



we had one of those on our car. or rather, both of them. i was in high school in tuscaloosa, alabama, and my mother was a graduate teaching assistant in art, doing art for elementary education majors on the university of alabama's little quad, in front of the sculpture garden. someone walking by the car tore it off. we replaced it. lost another. replaced it again and lost it again. replaced it with this:



--a bumpersticker, which they failed to peel off. scribbled over the silver with black magic marker, or tried--but they were thwarted, the little fascists, because the marker wouldn't show up over it. vague smears; that was all.